
Hello, my name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father: prepare to die. Now, offer me money.
Must make this quick...
It's rather sad that I am spending a perfectly good Saturday night writing *typing* in this thing. Oh well, a lot of things are rather sad.
It's -30 degrees today! Shorts weather, yippee! No, I'm joking, but they should make a movie on my long and dangerous epics of feeding my horses. It would be very entertaining, seriously.
Tolo is tonight. It's a formal winter dance, and guess what, I'm not going. Yeah, a shocker isn't it? But I don't think I would have had that much fun. I would have liked getting dressed up and glamorous (who doesn't once in awhile?) But I could use the fifteen dollar admission cost to donate to the Tsunami relief efforts, which is way more important that a school dance.
Lost my retainer today, spend two hours looking, found it, and now I think I lost it again. *sigh*
The Golden Globes are tomorrow, and I am definitely going to tune in (I might even dress up in my Tolo gown for the heck of it...um, no.), perhaps even record because Finding Neverland is going to kick butt. I should get a list of nominations tonight.
Let's see...spent three hours playing guitar, piano, and flute. Granty told me I have to have Sailing Songs down by Tuesday and it's multiple pages, 13 key changes, and 26 time changes, so yeah, it's going to be a great weekend for me. It's an AWESOME song though and it's all about sailing songs, so I enjoy it.
Um, had planned to finish Impediments by Tuesday. I must stop kidding myself...
Here's luck to you, and God Bless,
-Vianne